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The ever-growing wings spread and flap. Eyes that align with the coming flow. Feathers that swim in the wind. Thought of a pet due to size, but upon being nurtured, grew as a fine mythical creature. Its spirit feels as big. As gentle and vicious. Growling when broken its methods. Of fairness believer and follower. Knight of teh mortal world in disguise.
It feels refreshing to be back on Tumblr. At last. So many ideas to read. It´s like going to deep-thinking mode, somehow, and the blue colour of my dashboard helps as well. Hope to read you soon!
Clip from Interview with Susuki Tatsuhisa about Rin
Animage July 2022
Ever since the scene where Rin’s hair fluttered, Rin has had overwhelming heroine energy
—At a stage greeting, Suzuki-san, you talked about how "Rin has overwhelming heroine energy" but you ran out of time so you didn’t get to talk about it much. So in what ways does Rin have heroine energy?
Suzuki: That did happen didn’t it? (lol). (Miyano) Mamoru is the one
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underrated part of petting a cat is when you reach over their head to scratch their back and they bonk their head on ur arm
that’s the stuff………………
i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
snopes.com says this one’s true.
Save a life–Reblog.
Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
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Many women have silent heart attacks as well, where there are no symptoms at all until BAM! Then it happens.
As a formerly (mostly) healthy person who is now dealing with post-covid heart issues, this was tremendously helpful to read. Reblog, save a life.
Important for all genders so you can recognize other symptoms in yourself and others.
You can't hide your fangs forever
You can't hide your fangs forever. Step into the light, dark fox. Let the bright colour the darkness you possess. Hold your head up and keep your eyes opened. Step forward braver every time. Show your teeth, fair and sharp to the world. Let the wit your tongue speaks be admired. Portray the show you always dream of; the movie only your mind performs. Let the daggers be thrown away; and let light show how much of a caged bird you have been until now. Let the kind paws free you from your fears. In tears you will be, so your best song can be performed... so your best song can be performed.
Film adaptation from original novel ‘YinYang Shi’, ‘Qing Ya Ji/Onmyoji’’ (2020) teaser illustrations starring Mark Chao, Deng Lun, Wang ZiWen, Chun Xia, Wang Duo “The film is set in mystical fantasy world where humans and supernatural beings co-exist together. The story of how cosmologist Qing Ming (Mark Chao) and his friend Bo Ya (Deng Lun), who he met whilst taking part in celestial rituals up in heaven, solving cases together and uncover a century-old secret and ends up saving humanity.”
Even after so many years, my original ideas towards nature remain the same. Nature, oh lovely nature!
I feel tired. I'm sleep deprived. There's no need for me to stay up so late, yet the night provides some comfort. I need to go out to run some errands, yet I also feel like staying home. I want to finish some ideas I haven´t done. But I'd like to go to sleep and replenish the missing energy the most. To have peace in this sprawled chaos.
yes in this au i made them waltz fr
(soo i’ve been doing this woh screencap redraw but make it mafia au, this is the first take)
*pictures taken before disaster
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Some things are just tasteless without you...
The light I followed turns dim, as I see how water now starts to flood it all. This building; this castle. No, it won't tear apart; but it will wash away the inner paraphernalia, for some things don't change like love. I am to go out in an attempt not to drown. And when I get to visit the place again; water might flood it all, of that I am conscious.
Fearful of this event; wind adviced me of the dangers of my stance, and grew my wings as warned. Time was the one to let us know of this outcome; revealed by elements beforehand.
The inner fire ignited in resentment; torn and vicious. One not to burn the world; but one to put ablaze what dreams involved a bright future alongside you.
Incinerated debris that fall, sharing its glow with the furniture they touch. Between tears of disappointment, a rumble cloud be heard from the core of the building. That's when water flood it all.
Soaked in the emotional current that flushed the castle out, my wings stretch out and keep me from falling; from crashing in the ground. Meters above, gliding around the place, I can only wonder how did we end up like this. Why must it all be crushed in the end?
Once the building finally dries, I will be able to pass through it, but never stay too long. Goodbye, my love.
Limited-edition signed prints of ‘Dead Mall’ were just released at The People’s Print Shop! So happy with them—the details look killer in person ♡ You can snag one here if you’d like!
Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Abdication”
